Five, six, seven, eight... hair!
In the time it takes
to grow an inch of grey
Tightly sprung curls unravel
hanging loose as day falls away
In the tangled mass
strewn on a parquet floor
the image of a lover
who is no more... my heart gladdens
In the radiance
of my own reflection
'mirror mirror on the wall
who is the fairest of them all'
<Deleted User> (7164)
Wed 9th Mar 2011 13:25
Thanks Steve and Andy ;-)